Intellect

It’s clear I’ve read too much on this world. There is a certain bliss in ignorance, isn’t there? I say this because in looking around, it’s easy for me to find more misery than blessing. It seems odd to me that mankind chooses to speak in the public square more of his misfortune than his fortune? Does he not know his blessings? This public square of ours – communications – has less civility than a boxing match. At least in boxing you shake hands before you proceed to pummel that next door neighbor in the ring of your existence.

Man finds passion in pointing to a myriad of causes for his misfortune. His intellect meticulously inspects and dissects; slicing at this part and that part of the organ of Man in some hope that he might animate his ailing creation – himself – into the perfection that God desires. Yet from this all, the cords that bind man together in this world are becoming more and more tangled; the tensions within society both increasing and at times overwhelming; human tsunamis that bring chaos to man’s culture.

Is there a cure; a fix, or perhaps a glue that might align us once again with one another? Fit us together once again like one of those 5000 piece puzzles of a meadow of grass and spring flowers. Are we searching for that illusive glue we have yet to find, or are we not? With glue, there is effect; but where is the cause of the glue, so we might procure the glue?Continue reading The Cause for the Spirit